Chapter 8 Revelations
A/n: Again, sorry for the delay...just been tired and RL zapping all I have from me atm.
Hoping for a few more updates tonight/tomorrow, if my internet connection will ever stay on;(
This goes out to my beloved, Bnjwl, the sweetest Southern Belle I know...*sighs* I just love ya girl!
"So, what makes you happiest, Bella?" John asked inquisitively as he started to pull some fruit from his bag. He offered me an apple, which I gladly took.
"I love to write. It's where I feel completely free and confident." I easily replied before I took a bite of my shiny red apple.
"What have you written?" He asked as he peeled an orange.
"I have a few short stories that I wrote for various projects at school, but for the most part, I just write my life, my experiences. Edward is the only one I've allowed to read those, they are extremely personal." I explained as he shook his head at me.
"So what are you planning to do with this writing fetish that you have?" He turned in his seat to sit w/ his back against the rest so that our feet were almost touching, as I still sat up against the window.
"I was planning to go to school and major in either journalism or English Lit. I hadn't fully decided yet." I shrugged my shoulders because I truly hadn't decided.
"So do you want to be a journalist or an author?" John pushed.
"I'm not sure that I honestly want to be a journalist but I'm afraid of failure as an author. I thought it would be a nice career to fall back on and I'd still be able to write." I answered him honestly.
"Can I read anything you've written? Do you have it with you?" His eyes lit up and he seemed excited as I vehemently shook my head no.
"No, well I mean, yes, I have my notebook w/ me but no, I wouldn't feel comfortable letting you read it." I hadn't let anyone but Edward read from that book. While he loved it, the thought of someone else seeing those words...it made me shiver with anxiety.
"Come on, Bella, I'm a songwriter...so I kinda understand. Just let me read a few pages. I promise not to judge you in anyway." He looked sincere but still, I wasn't sure I could handle it.
"I don't know, John. It makes me a little uncomfortable to put myself out there or be the center of attention." I could feel my blush coming on.
"What if I offered to let you use my phone?" He quirked an eyebrow and gave me a wicked smile.
